Chapter 841

"Xueyilan --" she cried and walked slowly.

It's xueyilan who lies there and doesn't know his life and death. His red coat has been completely stained with blood. Even his eyelashes are covered with a layer of scab. His lips and face are pale as paper. It seems that he will break into powder if he pinches them gently.

"Langshan, Langshan, xueyilan, xueyilan..." The snow clothes Mo pours at him and holds his hand: "you wake me up! Wake up! "

Her eyes were wide open and fixed on his face.

Apart from his soft body, he never moved or even breathed.

The outside Ning Xue Mo is watching quietly, suddenly there is a feeling of tears!

She had also lost her closest companion, who was her partner and did not know how many times she had lived and died together.

That person also loves her, but he has never felt for him, unable to respond to him emotionally, Ning Xuemo has deliberately ignored that person.

Later, in a mission, the man blocked Ning Xuemo for her in order to protect her and died in her arms

Ning Xuemo remembers that taste until now, which is a kind of heartbreaking pain.

She remembered that she was holding his gradually cold body and didn't want to give up. At last, she even risked her life to carry his body back

It seems that xueyimo's feeling towards xueyilan is more complicated. She also seems to like xueyilan, but for some special reasons, she dare not like it

He is the only one she believes in the demon world, the only one who is so kind to her for free. Now he is suddenly killed, how can xueyimo not be sad?

Xueyimo holds xueyilan's hand, calls him over and over again, and cleans the blood stains for him.

She didn't cry all the time, but Ning Xuemo felt the deep sadness. Her heart ached like a blunt knife cutting slowly there

"Ah Mo, are you very sad?" The misty voice of the man and the woman is ringing again, still left and right, which makes people feel unclear.

Xueyimo suddenly looks up and suddenly falls to his knees: "Lord Mazu, please help him..."

"Amo, do you like him?" It sounded cold and hot.

Snow clothes Mo finger in the sleeve: "no, a Mo does not!"

"Silly child, you have reached the age when you can marry someone. If you really like him, you can marry him..." The voice is a good guide.

"No! I don't like him, I don't want to marry him! " Suddenly, the voice of xueyimo was sharp, for fear that the demon ancestor would really marry her, and repeatedly denied.

"Since you don't like him, why are you so sad when he is like this?"

"Lord Mazu, he is my dark guard. He has followed me for three hundred years. He has been taking good care of me, and his kung fu is very good. A Mo has him around, and there are a lot of worries left. A Mo just wants him to be a dark guard It doesn't mean anything else. "

"Amo, you can have a lot if you want dark Wei. Since he is dead, you can have other better ones."

"But he is the only one who can play the harp!" Xueyimo retorts and kowtows again: "Lord demon ancestor, please help him. With him around, Yimo is relieved. He is really a very good talent. Please, please... " Her voice sounded calm, but there was a tremor in it.